Prologue

A child, five years old sits and plays on an old worn carpet. Adults stop his play to tell him how handsome he is. The child does not feel like a boy. 

Later, alone with its mother the child says "Mommy, I don't think I am a boy." "Oh?" replies the mother, "What are you than?" "I don't know" answers the small child. 

10 years have passed and the child is no longer a child. 

"Micah! come on we're going to be late!" Micah now 15, comes from her room dressed in what she calls Grunge chic. Ripped jeans, tight tank top, a loose flannel shirt and combat boots. "I'm here, let's go." Micah and her mother are going on a girls day. At the salon Micah speaks reluctantly, "Mom? I don't think I'm a girl." 

"Oh?" replies her mother, "What are you than?" 

"I don't know." 

"That's okay. We'll figure it out together." 

5 years have passed, Micah now lives with her long time girlfriend Joan. Joan is in the kitchen while Micah paces the living room. "Joan, come here I need you." 

"What is it babe? Can it wait?" 

Micah takes a deep breath and walks into the kitchen. "Joan I really need to tell you something and I need you to listen." Tears well in Micah's eyes as she fights the panic building in her chest. Her mind screams that she shouldn't do it as she chokes out the words. 

"I don't think I'm a girl." 

"Oh, well I know." Says Joan. 

Micah stops, confused. "What do you mean you know?" Micah asks, suspicion heavy in her voice. 

"You just don't read 'girl'. I'm a lesbian I know girls, and you Doll are not a girl." 

Joan hugs Micah close and lays a kiss on her cheek. 

"I'm not a boy either." Whispers Micah, their voice breaking. 

"What am I?" They ask, tears falling from her eyes. 

"An experience." Says Joan.